As Merry As The Day

My Desolation Does Begin To Make A Better Life.

How Much More Doth Beauty Beauteous Seem By That Sweet Ornament Which Truth Doth Give!

Tis Beauty That Doth Oft Make Women Proud; But, God He Knows, Thy Share Thereof Is Small.

I'll Be Supposed Upon A Book, His Face Is The Worst Thing About Him.

That In The Captains But A Choleric Word Which In The Soldier Is Flat Blasphemy.